It's reasonable for me, a stuntman, to live a crazy life, right?

Chapter 1409 Han Jia Nu Gets Married! Her Elderly Father Sheds Tears...

"The suspense/crime film 'The Vanished' produced by Shanghai Film Group grossed 7.04 million RMB in its first seven days."

"The film 'The Vanished' has received extremely polarized reviews, and its target audience selection has sparked controversy..."

"Singer Jam Hsiao announced on Weibo that he had successfully proposed to his girlfriend, Lin Yu-hui, his manager of 16 years. The two are 14 years apart in age, which has attracted the attention of fans."

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On June 28th, in the capital, the wedding of Han Jianu and Wen Muye officially commenced.

Early in the morning, Chen Fei and Liu Yifei drove straight to Han Jianu's residence.

The street scene outside the window rushed past. Liu Yifei was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly pointed to the trending topic on Weibo, "Xiao Jingteng proposes to his manager," and said with some surprise, "Hey, honey, have you noticed? It seems like a lot of people in the entertainment industry end up with their managers or assistants."

She counted on her fingers: "Hu Ge married his executive producer not long ago, and now Xiao Jingteng is proposing to his manager of 16 years."

And then there's Liu Dehua and Zhu Liqian; back then, Zhu Liqian was also his assistant... It seems like this has become a common occurrence.

Chen Fei gripped the steering wheel and smiled: "Actually, this is not surprising. Think about it, the work of celebrities is special. Their work schedule is irregular. They spend most of their time on set or socializing, so the circle they can come into contact with is only so big."

Agents and assistants are the people who can stay by their side the most. These people not only have to handle the trivial matters at work, but also take care of their daily lives. They know their most miserable moments and have also seen their most glorious moments.

Over time, compared to outsiders who only see the surface-level glamour, this kind of companionship—where you've weathered storms together and know each other inside and out—is more likely to develop into genuine affection.

“Moreover,” Chen Fei glanced at her, “celebrities have a particularly high need for privacy and security. Their agents and assistants have long been integrated into their social circles, and there is a high degree of trust between them, so they don’t have to worry about the distance brought by those ‘outsiders’.”

Liu Yifei suddenly realized and murmured, "No wonder, so that's how it is. But thinking about it, it makes sense. Being together every day, we can share our joys and sorrows immediately, so our relationship is naturally different."

She pulled out the photos of Xiao Jingteng's proposal and showed them to Chen Fei while they were waiting at a red light: "Look at this photo of them together, especially the tacit understanding in their eyes. That's something that can't be built up in a day or two."

Chen Fei nodded: "Just like Jia Nu and Wen Muye, the two of them used to argue on set and also stayed up countless nights together. The bond they formed by fighting side by side is especially solid!"

As they were talking, the car had already arrived in front of Han Sanping's newly purchased villa.

The vermilion gate was wide open, and many cars were parked in the yard. Laughter and cheerful voices could be heard from afar.

"This house is quite impressive."

When Chen Fei got out of the car, he glanced around. The villa had the style of a Chinese courtyard, with green bricks and gray tiles, exuding a calm and dignified atmosphere.

"Is this newly bought?" Liu Yifei was also visiting this place for the first time.

"Yes, Third Master cashed out some of his China Film shares a while ago. The stock price has risen well in recent years, and he has made a lot of money."

As they were talking, the two had already entered the room.

The hall was filled with people, all familiar faces from the industry.

As soon as Liu Yifei entered the room, she was attracted by the commotion upstairs. She smiled and waved to Chen Fei, saying, "I'm going to see the bride."

After saying that, she turned around and ran up the stairs towards Han Jianu's room.

Chen Fei then encountered Han Sanping in the lobby.

The 70-year-old Third Uncle was dressed in a smart Zhongshan suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his face was radiant. He showed no sadness like other people's daughters getting married; on the contrary, he was beaming with joy.

"Chen Fei is here," Han Sanping said with a smile as she stepped forward, calling out, "Please sit down, I just brewed some good tea."

The two sat down on the sofa. Han Sanping picked up her teacup and said with emotion, "To be honest, I used to worry that Jia Nu was too stubborn and intolerant of any flaws. I was really afraid that she would be a lonely person for the rest of her life."

Now that she's married, I can finally rest easy.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Han Jianu's clear voice rang out from the second floor: "Dad! Don't be too happy yet! Even after I got married, I still come back every day to freeload, it's so annoying!"

"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter erupted in the hall.

Han Sanping was rebuffed by her daughter's remark, but she wasn't annoyed. Instead, she laughed even harder: "Listen to this personality. Only someone as gentle as Wen Muye could put up with her."

Chen Fei laughed along, "Xiao Wen has a good temper. The two complement each other, and they'll definitely have a stable life together."

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs, and Liu Yifei helped Han Jianu, who was dressed in a formal gown, down the stairs.

She wore the simple white dress that everyone had chosen together, and her face was lightly made up, which made her look more gentle than usual.

"Dad, senior brother, what do you think of my dress?" She twirled around, her tone tinged with a hint of pride.

"Beautiful!" Han Sanping stood up, her eyes almost overflowing with joy. "Our girl looks good in anything."

Chen Fei nodded in agreement: "It's really nice, simple and elegant, very suitable for you."

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling gently on Han Jianu's wedding dress.

Laughter and conversation mingled together in the villa, creating a lively and warm atmosphere, like an ordinary family scene.

Ultimately, even those in high positions are just ordinary people who, when they return home, simply hope for the safety and happiness of their children.

At 9 o'clock sharp, Chen Fei asked Liu Yifei to stay with Han Jianu and help take care of her, while he accompanied Han Sanping to the banquet hall first.

As soon as the car came to a stop, a welcome table was set up at the entrance, with a red carpet stretching from the parking lot all the way to the lobby entrance, and staff were busy with the final touches.

"My old face can finally be put to good use again today." Han Sanping straightened the collar of her Zhongshan suit, her tone tinged with pride.

During the years he served as chairman of China Film Group, the number of people he mentored, from new directors to senior producers, could stretch from the banquet hall to the street corner.

It's no exaggeration to say that most of the guests here today would have to call him "Third Master".

As soon as the two stood at the reception desk, a familiar laugh came from afar.

Ren Zhonglun and Wang Yong got out of the car one after the other to greet him. Although their temples were gray, they were full of energy.

"Old Han, congratulations!" Ren Zhonglun grasped Han Sanping's hand. "You've finally managed to marry off your beautiful daughter. It wasn't easy."

"Haha, come on, let's go inside." Han Sanping responded with a smile, not forgetting to greet Wang Yong, "I heard you've been hospitalized these past few days? Are you alright?"

Wang Yong waved his hand: "It's nothing, just a minor ailment. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

After saying that, he turned to look at Chen Fei, patted his arm, and said with great emotion, "I've heard about the Three-Body Problem. We have to do a good job on it and give our domestic science fiction films a boost."

Just as Chen Fei agreed, several more cars pulled up in front of the gate.

La Peikang, Jiao Hongfen, Tong Gang, Yang Buting, Zhang Hongsen...

These names were once prominent figures in the film and television industry, but now they are coming back in twos and threes.

Some of them have retired and are enjoying their grandchildren at home, while others have transferred to local cultural and tourism departments to continue working in the cultural industry. Still others are still employed in certain units, but they are no longer at the forefront as they used to be.

"Old Yang, you're still so healthy." Han Sanping shook hands with Yang Buting, a former leader of China Film Group. He played a crucial role in assembling so many stars for "The Founding of a Republic." Yang Buting smiled and said, "I can't stay idle at home. I occasionally give lectures at the Film Academy. It's you guys who are still working hard on the front lines. It's not easy."

When Zhang Hongsen walked over, he was carrying a gift box: "When Jia Nu was little, she always followed me around asking for candy. Now she's a bride. Time really flies."

Chen Fei stood aside, watching these once influential figures in the film and television industry chat and laugh, and felt quite moved.

Twenty years ago, they steered the course of Chinese cinema, from the film era to the digital era, from box office revenue of hundreds of millions to tens of billions. Many of these changes were driven by them.

Now, times have changed, some have left the scene, some have changed jobs, but when they meet again, that familiarity and tacit understanding about movies is still hidden in their words.

"There are more and more people here." Han Sanping said to Chen Fei as she looked at the guests arriving one after another. "We are all getting old. From now on, it will be your turn to shoulder the responsibilities of the film and television industry."

Chen Fei nodded, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd at the entrance of the banquet hall.

The stories of the older generation are still being told, while the journey of the new generation has begun. Just like a wedding, there are always those who leave with blessings, and those who enter full of anticipation...

Tong Gang was chatting with Han Sanping about old times when his gaze suddenly fell on Chen Fei, and he asked curiously, "Chen Fei, how old are you this year?"

"I'm 39," Chen Fei replied with a smile.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and the expressions on everyone's faces became extremely complicated.

The youngest members of Ren Zhonglun and La Peikang's generation are all over 55, more than a full twelve years older than Chen Fei.

In terms of achievements, from "The Wandering Earth" which ushered in the first year of Chinese science fiction, to now managing the 30 billion yuan "Three-Body Problem" project, and then to building Shanhe Film and Television City, Chen Fei has played every card in his hand very well.

In contrast, it's hard to find any comparable achievements among these veterans who have been in the industry for decades.

"The younger generation is truly formidable," Yang Buting remarked with a sigh, his tone filled with emotion.

Just then, Fu Ruoqing arrived.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to Chen Fei with a warm smile on his face: "Director Chen, you're here quite early."

"Chairman Fu..." Chen Fei nodded politely, but was not as enthusiastic as he was.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fu Ruoqing subtly shifted the conversation to work: "Is the 'Three-Body Problem' project progressing smoothly? China Film Group happens to have some special funding recently; if needed, we can also get involved..."

Chen Fei politely replied, "I appreciate Mr. Fu's kindness. The division of labor for the project has been finalized. I will definitely contact you if needed."

These words sounded warm and friendly, but they left no room for negotiation.

Fu Ruoqing looked a little embarrassed, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

Not long after, Wang Jian'er arrived.

With a broad smile on his face, he greeted Han Sanping, Ren Zhonglun, and the others one by one, saying sweetly, "Congratulations, Third Master!" and "Director Ren, you look great!"

When he walked up to Chen Fei, he smiled and offered him a cigarette: "Director Chen, it's been a long time."

"Chairman Wang, it's been a long time. Thank you, but I don't smoke."

Chen Fei responded indifferently, neither accepting the cigarette nor engaging in much conversation. His attitude was as if he were looking at an ordinary stranger, neither too close nor too distant, exuding a sense of aloofness.

Wang Jian'er's smile froze for a moment, but he didn't press the matter further and turned to exchange pleasantries with others.

This scene caught Ren Zhonglun's eye, and he sighed softly, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Back then, the collaboration between Shanghai Film Group and Feiyue Film & Television was facilitated by his position as president.

Who could have imagined that, once it came to Wang Jian'er, this bond would be severed so easily?

It's a real shame that such a promising partner was pushed away just because they wanted to get a little something extra.

He glanced at Wang Jian'er, who was talking to La Peikang not far away, and then at Chen Fei, who was surrounded by people discussing "The Three-Body Problem." He knew very well that if this move was wrong, Shanghai Film Group would fall behind by more than one step in the wave of film and television industrialization.

The banquet hall filled with more and more people, and the sounds of music and laughter mingled together.

The sentiments of the older generation, the calculations of the middle generation, and the brilliance of the younger generation are all hidden in this lively wedding, like a mirror reflecting the ups and downs of the film and television industry over the past few decades.

Time ticked by, and the wedding ceremony finally arrived on time.

As the music began to play softly, Wen Muye, dressed in a sharp black suit, stood in the center of the stage. His usually composed face was filled with barely concealed tension and anticipation, and his hands were slightly clenched into fists.

The spotlight shone on the entrance, where Han Sanping held Han Jianu's hand and walked step by step onto the red carpet.

Han Jianu wore a simple white dress, with her veil hanging down gently, covering most of her face, but her slightly trembling shoulders could be seen.

Han Sanping walked steadily, but stopped when she reached the center of the stage and turned to look at her daughter beside her.

He was all smiles just moments ago, but now his eyes are terribly red, and tears are even welling up in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He raised his hand and lifted Han Jianu's veil, his voice trembling with a barely perceptible sob: "Mu Ye, I'm entrusting my daughter to you. She's stubborn and sometimes gets stuck on things, but she's not a bad person. You two should try to get along well, discuss things more, and avoid conflicts..."

As he spoke the last few words, he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his eyes.

Han Jianu could no longer hold back; tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. She choked out, "Dad, please stop..."

She often bickered with Han Sanping, acting like a fearless tomboy.

But at this moment, in front of his father, he was still a child who couldn't bear to part with his father.

Han Sanping took a deep breath, placed Han Jianu's hand in Wen Muye's palm, and squeezed it tightly: "Treat her well."

Wen Muye nodded solemnly: "Dad, don't worry, I will."

Offstage, Liu Yifei's eyes were already red, and she kept wiping away tears with a tissue in her hand, her shoulders shaking slightly.

At times like these, even the strongest person cannot withstand the overwhelming emotion of this intertwining of family and romantic love.

Chen Fei silently took her hand, the warmth of his palm passing over to her.

He didn't say anything to comfort her, but simply squeezed her fingers gently, as if to say, "I'm here."

Liu Yifei glanced at him sideways, her eyes still glistening with tears, but she couldn't help but smile and hold his hand in return.

On stage, the moment Han Jianu and Wen Muye exchanged rings, the audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Han Sanping stood aside, watching the two young people embrace, then quietly turned around and wiped her face.

Half of these tears were for reluctance, and the other half were for relief...

Looking at the scene before him, Chen Fei suddenly had a thought:
If I had a daughter in the future, I would probably be even more reluctant to let her go on her wedding day than Han Sanping is now.
(End of this chapter)